A/N: Aite, Chapter 2 my friends! Thanks to everyone who has reviewed, I really appreciate the positive feedback.
Again all Looney Tunes and any other related material(Animaniacs, Tiny Toons, etc.) belong to Warner Bros., Tom belongs to Hanna Barbera
The loud ringing of Sylvester's alarm went off in his pointy ear, causing him to grimace and slap the snooze button agressively.
Getting up and stretching he prepared himself for another day of anvils and dynamite. While brushing his fangs, he suddenly remembered his goal for today. Find a mother. Well...not right away of course. Sylvester wasn't exactly ready to propose to the first woman he met but he could at least get a date for tonight.
After getting dressed, he headed down the stairs to the sounds of the TVblasting cartoon violence. Sam was on the big couch, still in his pajama's, laughing at Elmer Fudd getting blown up by Bugs Bunny.
"Hey big guy." Sylvester said, plopping himself down on the couch beside him. Sam crawled into his lap and sat on his knee looking at his father with hopeful eyes. Sylvester laughed and started to bounce the kitten on his knee, simulating horse noises with his mouth. Sam held on tight, letting out short screams of laughter.
"Alright, listen up Sammy," He said, straighting his son on his knee. "I'm going to drop you off at Uncle Tom's today while I'm at work, okay?"
Sam nodded, a little woozy from the bouncing.
"That's my boy. Go upstairs and get change alright?" Sylvester asked, tickiling his feet.
Sam hopped off and started to climb up those stairs again on his hands and knees. Sylvester always laughed at that scene as he found it rather adorable.
Ten minutes later, the two were driving down the road and Sylvester pulled into a garage. Tom was waiting at the door waving to them both. Sam got out of the car and ran up to Tom who picked him up and gave him one of their secret handshakes.
"Thanks again Tom. You're really helping me out here." Sylvester told him.
Tom waved the comment off, "Like I say, it's no problem. Me and Debra have a whole day planned for the tyke." He told him.
Sylvester kissed Sam on his head, waved goodbye to them and drove off. Ten minutes later he pulled into Warner Bros. Studio and parked in his space. Getting out he saw Wile E. Coyote getting out of his own car.
"Morning Wile." Sylvester called to him.
Wile waved and joined him on his way to the Studio. "Hey Sylvester. How's that son of yours? Still kicking your tail at Tetris?" He asked.
Sylvester chuckled and said, "Ya, no thanks to you teaching him the mathematical way of fitting the pieces together."
The coyote had a laugh as well, "He's quite smart for his age. I didn't think he could grasp the concept but he's full of suprises."
"Tell me about it." Sylvester agreed.
Upon entering the Studio, they found almost all the toons as well as stage hands, sitting down to breakfast. Wile and Sylvester grabbed a tray and helped themselves to the buffet.
Sitting down at an empty table they procceded to converse.
"So Wile, how are things at the Looniversity?" Sylvester asked taking a bite out of his pancake.
"Pretty good. The students all seem eager to learn, until I give out the homework that is. Though I must say Calamity is doing better than most." Wile explained quite proudly.
"Sure there isn't any special treatment involved?" Sylvester ribbed.
Wile snorted a laugh while pouring some syrup on his waffles. "No. I sat down with Calamity before he attended the Looniversity and explained to him that he would get no special treatment because his Dad happens to be a teacher there. In fact, I think that drove him to be better than most of the others. He still can't seem to catch Lil Beeper though. Oh well, like Father, like Son."
Sylvester laughed at the thought of the two coyote's both falling down a cliff with the two roadrunner's watching them from the edge.
"Makes me wonder what his mother would of thought of him if she was still here." Wile mumbled, looking distant.
Sylvester, as well as all of the Looney Tunes, had the deepest respect and sympathy for the coyote. When the Wile and Roadrunner cartoons started, Wile was actually supposed to be the "good guy" who is tormented by a roadrunner that keeps eating his vegetables from his garden.
But shortly after, Calamity was born. Wile's wife left him, telling him she never wanted a child and that she couldn't handle the pressure of being a mother. The situation was rather similar to Sam's. This just pushed Wile even more and provide for his son as best he could. He switched roles with Roadrunner, taking the abuse almost every day as the Producers thought it would bring in better ratings . Sure toons had immortality, but they still felt pain. And Wile was in constant pain but he would do it all over again for his son.
"Hey, what about you? What's your marital status these days?" Wile said, breaking Sylvester out of his reminiscing of the coyote's past.
Sylvester rolled his eyes and leaned back in his chair, "It's getting harder and harder to find a decent woman around here. Especially one who won't leave the next morning."
"Groupies huh?" Wile teased.
Sylvester laughed and looked at his watch, "Crap, I'm late. I'll see around Wile." He said getting up and dumping his leftovers in the trash. Wile waved goodbye and resumed eating.
"Dammnit Sylvester! Your late!" The Director shouted from his high chair.
The cat cringed and gave him an apologetic smile, "Sorry sir. I had some stuff to take care of." He explained.
"I don't care what you had to do! Time is money! Now get on set, you'll be working with Taz today." The Director pointed to the large Tazmanian Devil who flashed Sylvester a big toothy grin.
"This is going to be a long day." Sylvester thought as the camera began to roll.
Many hours later, Sylvester walked out of the Studio, shaking some drool off his fur.
"Yeesh, how does he not drown with all that in his mouth?" He wondered out loud. He looked at his watch which read five o clock. He frowned at his misfortune. He was hoping to work with Tweety or Elmer today as their filming doesn't take as long. Taz would eat a camera everynow and then causing delays. Now he had to pick up Sam, leaving him no time to find a date.
On the way over to his car he saw Pepe Le Pew storm by.
"Hey Pepe, something wrong?" He asked.
The skunk ignored him and kept walking, cursing under his breath in French.
Sylvester scratched his head in confusion. "What's eating him?" He said to himself. As he turned to get into his car, he saw another toon sitting on a nearby bench. Penelope Kitty to be exact. And she looked rather upset.
Sylvester had not seen her around the studio as of late, which bewildered him. The Penelope and Pepe cartoons were usually quite good. But now that he thought about it, he hasn't seen one in a long time.
Sylvester was about to approach her and ask what was wrong but before he could move, the other feline got up and stormed away, much like the skunk.
Sighing and shaking his head, he got into his car and pulled out of the Studio, looking forward to seeing his son again.
End of Chapter 2
A/N: I know! I know ! Short Chapters. But that's what I likes. I'm sure other chapters will be longer later on. I got a bit into Wile mood for a minute there, but what can I say? Wile kicks ass. Anywho, Chapter three on it's way.